Becca
I wasn’t sure what I had expected when I took Neal up on his offer and leave that night. However, it definitely wasn’t riding in his private plane all the way back to New York City, only to have a sleek black limousine pick us up from the airport. Nor did I expect him to proceed in taking me to a fancy dining restaurant I was completely underdressed for.
The moment we pulled up outside of Fratelli’s, I completely lost it.
I had wanted to go to this place for quite some time, and when I was back in New York visiting during fall break, we couldn’t get any availability, even with Neal’s social status. Yet, here we were outside of a very high-class restaurant, and I was wearing leggings with a cute, flowy top and my hair pulled into a ponytail.
“Neal, are you serious…? We’re eating here?” There was excitement and shock in my voice as I stared wide-eyed out the window.
